Wide World poem: Spin

As i wrote this it became about another work of literature, so while i didn't rip off the writing it does not apply to me personally. is that ok?

I promised to look through a mirror

Though he wouldn’t say why.

Still building illusions on a flooring of lies.

Trick a lonely little girl

can’t be hard

She'll give her whole soul to please you

every last shard.

So spin your lies Riddle

Say their better than truths.

Say she’s to pure for this world

That your favor's puritanical.

She’s fading now Riddle

No more use for the mirror.

The last of her drips onto that you hold dear

But it’s your soul that’s crushing.

And then a small scrape, a little lie, and then nothing.